Saturday, May 11, 2013

Leticia

Leticia

Lindsay Anne Kendall

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

Synopsis:

Leticia has a dark secret, and somebody somewhere knows what it is. After
being tormented and brutally attacked, it becomes obvious they want her dead. A
mysterious group come to her aid. They want to fight by her side and help her
win the war someone has declared on her. Together, they present a force to be
reckoned with. Love, loss and longing put strains on the alliance. Not only
must they fight their enemies, but their own fears and desires. Leticia must
also face a harsh reality. If she wants a happy future, she must first confront
her past.

Author Bio:

I have lived in Droylsden, Manchester, all my life. I live with my
parents, my younger sister, Cheryl and her little girl Faith.

I never knew what I wanted to do with my life until I began writing. This
is my dream. I get most of my inspiration from music, I’ll sit there listening
to it and suddenly I’m no longer in the room. My stories play like videos in my
mind, then I go and write them down.

I’m a very dark person, I love anything spooky, supernatural, or
unexplainable, and so that’s the genre I want to write in for the rest of my
life.

I love watching scary films, although I find it very hard to find one
these days that actually frighten me.

I also love getting creative with graphics. I've designed over twenty
book covers so far. I create promo art and even book trailers.

I have had a love of photography from being a child. I have literally
thousands of photographs which I have taken over the years. Now, I have a
professional DSLR camera and I'm looking to do photography as well as my graphics
as a sideline project.

Was this it? Was this to be my fate? Was I meant
to spend the rest of my life in exile, isolation, never to interact with anyone
ever again or risk losing my life? I stood there, on the edge of the deathly
sharp bend in the back country road, the Devil’s Elbow, facing the crack in the
hills where, according to the legend, the devil landed after being struck down
by God himself; his elbow causing the gap in the hills. Behind me, the street
lights of Tintwistle, Glossop and Mottram, shining so brightly that the
darkening clouds above seemed to have a reddish tint to them. The towns
would be full of life, people going about their business, most of them happily
enjoying a night out with their families or friends, maybe both. How I wished I
could join them.

In front of me lay my fate, the steep climb to
the top of the peak, then only the seemingly endless stretch of barren land.
Their only decoration being old rocks, the odd stream, trees and wildflowers.
Nobody would find me here. Not many people would walk up here. The land and
weather could be perilous, unless people were incredibly fit and well prepared;
I doubt they would tackle these hills. I would be safe and I would go
un-noticed.